clotheslines cluttered with drying laundry run across
a narrow backyard, all the way to a rickety old shed. The
clotheslines are supported by one solitary pole. Linen and
garments billow in the rising evening breeze.
??
Cold, foreboding music accompanies the camera as it moves
toward a pair of flapping khaki pants and an olive green
workshirt hanging side by side on the line.
??
The radio news re
work for food.
When they puke all over you,
is that like a refund?
Oh, oh, Trin,
Im pissing myself here
youre so funny.
Whats this?
I got movement
on Samantha Caine.
Youre kidding.
Nope. I may have
a lead on someone
who rented the amnesia chick
an apartment back in .
They stilI have
some of her stuff.
Get out of here!
Whered that come from?
Lucky break. Old lady just died,
and one of her asshole
Workers -
just as stark as the contrast between
the liberated and carefree movements
of the youths, dressed in white,
and the dull lethargy
of the darkly clothed Workers -
and the self-determined horizontal
movement versus the downward ride
of the Workers in the lift.
A light-hearted waltz,
no musical leitmotiv,
accompanies this scene.
An artificial grotto,
columns like stalactites,
young women i
did not ask to become a widow before the age of forty.
I know that.
Give me a hug.
- I will not cut again. - Let me hear the "P" word.
I promise.
Jesus! I am late. I have to get to work.
Lock the top lock the minute I close the door.
And do not open for anyone. Bye. I love you.
Are you alone? Okay. Move it!
Do yourself to the drain.
Tough guy.
Do it. I will make it easier for you.
Go ahead.
clothing. One mans flailing fist connects and
the other mans face is instantly bloodied. The fight grows even
more spastic. Policemen try to stop it.
CAB DRIVER
Crazy fucks.
The driver pulls away and the cab rages down the street.
Somerset watches the parade of neon passing on the avenue. He
slumps back in the seat and closes his eyes.
CAB DRIVER
Where you headed?
Somerset opens his eyes.
SOMERSE
Clothes on or off today?
Fuck off.
Shes great.
Say hello to your da.
Go on. Found him.
Is that them, huh?
Is that the two sisters?
Oh, thats them all right, boy.
Bet he was glad he didnt have to
choose between them, huh?
Why choose
when you can have both, boy?
Mind your mothers now.
Do what they tell you.
See you tonight.
See you.
Ill call round later,
collect the kids, yeah?
Hey, Tommy, get off
working on a design of my own.
It summed up everything about
architecture that mattered to me.
It was my dream house.
D?
Have I ever told you
I love you?
No.
I do.
Still?
Always.
We had our differences.
He used to take his clothes off
and leave them on the floor.
It made me crazy.
What do you think this is?
Leaving your shoes
on the table?
- What is the problem?
- I dont need to do your laundry!
clothes, right?
You left your wife?
How long you been
working for Pablo?
Since the beginning
of the semester.
I go to Miami-Dade.
l...Im majoring
in business...
but I also take
English classes.
Yeah, well...
the first thing they
should have taught you...
at your hooker classes...
is you shouldnt
ask the clients...
so many fucking
personal questions.
Im sorry.
Are you going to call down
and cancel
thousands of honest, decent men
who simply disappear every year.
Neither Mrs. Grunemann
nor I are willing to just dismiss this case.
And therefore we feel entitled
to investigate on our own.
Youre entitled.
There are some very competent...
John Klute offered us his services,
and weve accepted.
Klute knew Tom,
and he has many ideas about the case.
Have you ever done
missing persons work before?
work best if they were given complete freedom and responsibility? And what about clothing? Who said that all the men in the world should wear drab grey suits and convict haircuts? If we turn our minds to more serious matters, who said that human differences can best be solved through conventional politics or by violent means? Who said that human differences can best be solved through conventional